” she started to sit up.“Watch you-” I said quickly, but it was too late.Sharon tried to sit up in the bed, and ran straight into the padded cei...ing. “Ow!” She dropped down onto her back, and clapped one hand to her forehead.“Watch your head, there’s not enough room to sit straight up,” I said neutrally.“It’s okay,” Sharon said after a moment. “I think I can skip the trip to the ER. I see why it’s padded here, too.” She rose, more carefully that time, and propped herself up on one elbow. “I. She slowly started to open up to me and on one afternoon, she told me her sob story. She said she had married young and did not even know what love was. She was knocked up when she was a teenager at seventeen. They got married but divorced after a bitter two years. I could see she was lonely and badly needed someone to talk to. I could see tears in her eyes when she related her life story to me. I consoled her and hugged her to give the moral support and she grabbed hold of me tight and would. If we were crowded a party could sleep in the small berth between the nav station and the stern. The steering quadrant is part of the decoration ... it can get noisy ... but most people are used to the noise of the city. Compared to the city, the steering gear is quiet ... almost hypnotic.On the starboard side of the mechanicals is one of the heads and another but larger berth ... quarters for two friendly people ... real friendly. The headroom isn’t great because the overhead is the cockpit. “Two. One was OK, the other was an asshole.”“Sponsors?”“Yeah. Malik has them both beat. He’s good.”“Then I’d better not ask...”“Wise,” she interrupted me with another grin. “What about you and black girls?”“Only one, in college. She was African, from Senegal I think.”“Looking at her tits instead of listening to what she was saying?” Tanesha guessed.“Guilty,” I admitted. “She did have very nice tits though.” After that I concentrated more on fucking, and less on conversation. Tanesha’s breasts.